I can see the blaze in the reflection of my enameled eyes.
The anger seeps through my pores and surrounds me.
Doesn't take long to consume all of me.
I begin gasping for air as I sink in to the quick sand I created.
Those once bright eyes slowly dim,
Through them I start to see my old self.
Please remember me.
I will keep breathing through the memories,
So I can go on without agony.
Beads of fear start to run down my face,
As I stare in to the looking glass.
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